But this...THIS is far worse. I honestly think it's genetic and hard wired into me (kind of like me being a girl) to the point that if I cannot pet/cut/stitch, fabric or use yarn/thread and hook or needles, I may well perish, and it would not be a pretty sight. I find so much satisfaction, comfort and relaxation when I stitch, be it with a needle and thread, a machine, crochet hook, or even knitting needles, that I cannot imagine life without it. I've been at it so long that I can't remember not doing it. (Just ask my mother.)
Here are a some clues when looking into at how
- How many pairs or scissors does she have? (Ginghers, Dovos, dressmaker, pinking shears, embroidery, snippers etc...and just plain "I had to have them because they're so dang cute!)
- Does she look at scissors still?
- Does she have a special box for each pair?
- Does she wear them?
- Do you see random pins/needles stuck in her collar or her sleeve?
- Can she talk coherently with pins between her lips and without incident?
- How many pincushions? Are they cute? Does she wear them?
- Are the pins color coded for each one and/or arranged artfully?
- Does she make and give pincushions as gifts?
- Does she buy boxes of pins just in case...?
- How many sewing machines? Boxes of thread (all kinds)? Yarn?
- A special handmade envelope with labeled pockets for each size of crochet hook/knitting needle?
- Has she been known to use knitting needles or crochet hooks as hair ornaments?
- Do you find yourself picking random threads off her clothes?
- And fabric?...Well, usually it's measured in Boxes, Bins, Shelves and that would take another page of questions: one that might concern the difference between Twill, Toile, and Tulle.
- And, last but not least, does she have a room dedicated to her
addictionhobby?
So is it any wonder that I would see a new elephant in my future despite the needle pricks, wrist and thumb fatigue, eye strain and the fact that I obviously don't need an elephant, at least not by the standards of your normal non-addicted stitcher?
So..here he is: My Elephant. This one is a boy as you can see by the very masculine barbed wire-like border and the earthy colors. I love, love, love how he turned out. I just have to get him quilted.
If Sweeble's elephant were anywhere near she would be instantly attracted.